In the strangely shaped wooden house, Zhong Ling saw the head of the Carefree faction.

There is no cliff with a long beard of three feet, each one is white, the face is like a crown of jade, and there is no wrinkle, the age is obviously not small, but he still has a childish face and a leisurely and elegant demeanor.

Zhong Ling was stunned, and then hurriedly saluted: "Senior Zhong Ling, I have seen my senior!" ”

Wu Yazi sat on the jade bed, carefully looked at Zhong Ling's appearance, and nodded with satisfaction after a while.

"Very good, this appearance and temperament meet the requirements of my free faction."

The carefree faction, from top to bottom, are all handsome men and beautiful women, and the first thing that this sect recruits disciples looks at is not their conduct and martial arts roots, but their appearance.

If the appearance is not up to standard, it will be brushed off directly, and even a martial arts wizard will not be included in the door.

"Come forward!"

Wu Yazi said kindly: "Before passing on the exercises, the teacher has something to ask you. ”

After Zhong Ling hesitated for a moment, before and after, Wu Yazi smiled and said, "That Song Xuan Grand Master, is it your father?" ”

Zhong Ling didn't hesitate this time, and said with a hearty smile: "Yes, Master, you can see my appearance, my father is very good-looking!" ”

"Then why is your surname Zhong and your father's surname Song?"

"This ......"

Zhong Ling was a little embarrassed, told about his own situation, and said in a low voice: "Few people know about this, I only learned about it a year ago, it turns out that my father has someone else." ”

Wu Yazi pondered for a while, and said, "In other words, you only met Senior Song last year, and he took you to Langhuan Blessed Land, and you also got the inheritance of my Xiaoyao Sect's exercises?" ”

"Yes!" Zhong Ling said honestly: "What I am practicing now is the Northern Spiritual Skill, and I have already cultivated the internal power of the Northern Underworld. ”

"Excellent! Very good! ”

Wuyazi smiled heartily, "You really have a relationship with me Wuyazi, you should be under my free door!" ”

.....

In the valley outside, Song Xuan and Su Xinghe were playing chess.

Song Xuan used to know a little about Go, but not much, but this is not important, for him who has a Yuan Shen, he only needs to know the rules of Go, and he can quickly deduce the method of cracking.

The two of you went back and forth, black and white chess pieces kept falling on the chessboard, and soon, the Zhenlong chess game was over.

Su Xinghe stared at the chess game in a daze, stared at the chess game for a long time, and finally sighed, "The juniors have been thinking hard for many years and have never found a way to break the game, but I didn't expect that in the seniors, it would be easily solved."

Fill a piece of yourself, put it to death and come back to life, so it is, so it is! ”

Song Xuan smiled: "The world is impermanent, life and death change. Sometimes trapped in a corner and clinging to life, in fact, it has fallen into death. Sometimes, death is not a life! ”

Su Xinghe sat in place, thinking quietly.

He vaguely felt that Senior Song seemed to mean something, but for a while, he didn't know what this great master was going to do.

Squeak~~

At this moment, the door in the valley was pushed open, and Zhong Ling walked out with some heavy steps.

At this moment, she has been opened up to the second veins of Ren Du, and the eight veins of the Qi Jing have also been opened, and a pure and strong Northern Soul True Qi is constantly swimming in her body.

With the transmission of Wu Yazi, she can be said to have ascended to the sky in one step, straight into the innate realm, with her more than 70 years of skills, she only needs to retreat for a period of time to condense the flower of the first weather!

"Daddy!"

Zhong Ling walked up to Song Xuan and said in a low voice, "Am I a master now?" ”

Song Xuan said: "It's barely enough, but it's not enough." Although Wuyazi's seventy years of pure skill is strong, it is too reluctant for you, and you can't do it like an arm, and you need to follow up the retreat and practice to run in before you can mellow and unify. ”

Zhong Ling has been practicing the Northern Spiritual Skill, so Wu Yazi's skills are of the same root as her, and she doesn't have to worry about the hidden dangers of the follow-up.

But even so, she was a little girl in the acquired realm before, and she had such a powerful skill, and it would be difficult for her to be able to integrate it in less than half a year.

Zhong Ling sighed, "Dad, Master Wuyazi is going to die, do you want to go and see him?" ”

"You don't want him dead?"

Zhong Ling snorted, "I don't want to, Master said that the Loose Sect will be handed over to me in the future, but I think it's not good yet." ”

Song Xuan smiled, "Then when you think you can do it, it's not too late for him to die." ”

As he spoke, he stepped out and came to the hut.

At this moment, Wu Yazi sat cross-legged on the jade bed, looking depressed, and he was already dying.

Without the support of his skills, his face is full of wrinkles, he is a bad old man who is about to die, his hair is messy, and he has long lost the calm and free and easy of the handsome old man with crane hair and childish face.

"Senior ....."

Wu Yazi saw the person who came clearly, although he didn't recognize Song Xuan, but he confirmed his identity in an instant, this person was the great master outside the wooden house before.

Although the other party seems to be ordinary, there is not the slightest aura of superiority, but the invisible sense of oppression that seems to be above all beings, he has only felt in his master Xiaoyaozi.

"Ling'er said she didn't want you to die, so I came to see you!"

"Ling'er is a good-hearted good boy....." A smile appeared on Wuyazi's old face, "Before I die, it is my honor to have a great master like my predecessor see him off!"

I can hear the news of the death of Ding Chunqiu's rebel, and I can accept such a good disciple as Ling'er, and I can see the true face of the great master before I die, and I have no regrets in this life! ”

Song Xuan waved his hand, "Don't be in a hurry to say your last words, Ling'er has obtained the inheritance of the Xiaoyao Sect, and how to practice in the future needs to be guided by you, the master, so I think you have to live for a few more years!" ”

The words fell, and with a flick of his fingers, a small Huandan fell into his mouth.

Wu Yazi was stunned for a moment, and suddenly felt a majestic vitality rush from his throat into his abdomen, and an indescribable heat flow began to swim in his body, and the toxins that had accumulated in his body for decades began to melt and dissipate.

.....

In the distance, on a certain mountain peak, the martial arts heroes were busy watching the battle.

Murong Fu looked at it very seriously, he knew very well that if Gu Mozhi was defeated, it would be his turn to play next.

Whether it is to enhance his reputation in front of a group of martial arts heroes, or to win the hearts of his subordinates for revenge for Bao Wei, there must be a battle between him and Yan Shisan.

In the original plan, the idea of wanting to get the inheritance of the Loose Sect is not so important at the moment.

He was already a grandmaster, and the seventy years of skill of the head of the Carefree Sect could only be regarded as the icing on the cake for him, and it would be harmless if he could get the best, and it would not hurt if he didn't get it.

Compared with Wu Yazi's skill, he cared more about Yan Thirteen's life-killing thirteen swords.

Legend has it that Yan Thirteen performed the fifteenth sword, a sword out of the world and lonely death and lifeless, he wanted to see how strong this sword was, and he dared to claim to be invincible in the realm of grandmasters!